on September 29, 2014
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My name is Charlotte Agoston, and I’m a runner. Not the ‘let’s go for a jog and slap a 26.2 sticker on your bumper’ kind of runner; I’m the kind of runner who takes off when her father is staring down the barrel of a guilty verdict that carries a 175-year sentence for perpetrating the largest fraud in the history of the world. That’s right. Bernie Madoff was an amateur compared to Alistair Agoston.
Faced with living under a cloud of suspicion and constant questioning by the FBI, I ran. I’m making a new life in New Orleans as Charlie Stone. I traded my future in New York high finance for tattoos, booze, a few friends who don’t ask questions, and one giant mutt named Huckleberry Finn. Everything is simple and uncomplicated until Simon Duchesne—former hotshot Navy fighter pilot, NOLA’s favorite son, city councilman, and rumored congressional hopeful—walks into my life.
The flashing cameras he attracts threaten to expose everything I’m hiding, but I can’t seem to stay away. Why are the most dangerous ideas always the most seductive?
In trying to get lost, I found myself. And then I found Simon. He loves me, and he doesn’t even know my real name. I’m going to break his heart, but mine will shatter right along with it. This is our story.
Will we be strong enough to face the consequences of revealing what’s beneath this mask?
I LOVED this book by Meghan March! This was my first experience reading one of her books and will definitely not be my last.
So while this story has been done before – something similar to the Bernie Madoff scandal – I enjoyed Meghan’s spin that she put into it. The characters are well developed and likeable. The chemistry between Charlie and Simon is in a word MESMERIZING! Meghan was able to take something and make it new and different and when there are so many books releasing daily, we the readers want well written, exciting, engaging, and fresh! Ms. March hit it on the nail!
Everything you need to know about the book is in the blurb so instead I will tell you what worked for me….
Every detail incorporated into this book so well thought out and executed. Every scene so descriptive that I felt that I was in NOLA with Charlie and Simon.
I am in COMPLETE LOVE with these characters. Charlie, the strong woman who wanted to start new, to get away from the stigmas of being her father’s daughter and to live a life for her rather than be surrounded by the lies and hurts from her past. I commend her for taking that leap of faith and to become someone she wanted to be even more than what money could buy. Even more than that, I LOVED LOVED LOVED Simon. A man who also came from privilege but didn’t act that way. A true gentleman from the heart, somewhat alpha, dominating and possessive but with a heart of gold. From the get go, he knew he wanted more than a quick one night stand with Charlie and I loved the way he pursued her yet patiently waited for her to come around on her own. He is the epitome of a book boyfriend!!! What was even more amazing about their situation btw, is that for once the woman was the one who wanted the one night stand while the man wanted more – a complete role reversal and done SO WELL!
As the story unfolds, will Charlie be able to trust Simon to reveal her true identity? And will Charlie’s past come back to take away the life that she has created for herself?
You will have to read this book to find out! A gem of a book and one I think you will truly enjoy – take a chance – you won’t regret it!
Meghan – I can not WAIT for Con’s story!!! Hurry please!!! <3
Backing me into a corner, he trapped me in the circle of his arms, much like he had earlier at the gate. I reached up and laid my palms against his chest, tracing the compass inked on his pectoral muscle with my index finger. Our skin didn’t touch anywhere else, but mine prickled with the need to feel him against me. I leaned closer, but he grasped my shoulders, effectively holding me back.
I looked up questioningly.
“You left me a message, then slammed a gate in my face, then you strip in front of me, and invite me to go skinny dipping. I can’t keep up with you. I need to know what the hell is going on here before it goes any further.”
I sagged back against the edge of the pool, letting the concrete lip dig into my spine. So much for my hastily constructed plan. An experienced seductress I was not. He must have read the defeat in my expression because he said, “I’m not saying I’m not interested. Hell, I’m buck ass naked, and I can’t exactly hide that I want you. But I need to know … why now? What changed?”
I stared down at the water, wishing fleetingly that the pool lights were on so I’d know for certain that he still did, in fact, want me. But given the leap I’d taken by stripping naked in front of him, I suppose I owed him at least some sort of an explanation.
“I decided that, for tonight, I didn’t care that you’re you and I’m me. I decided to take a risk and see what happened.” My answer was vague and without substance, but I hoped it would be enough. Heat pulsed between my legs and my nipples beaded almost painfully. I wanted him. Now.
But he didn’t relent. “It doesn’t matter who I am or who you are. Tonight or any other night. We’re just people.”
I held in a snort. Barely. He wouldn’t be in this pool if he knew who I really was. I was poison to someone like him. To everyone.
Simon tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his eyes. “If I fuck you tonight, are you going to throw me out on my ass as soon as we’re done and never call me again?”
I bit my lip. Damn. He should be a freaking interrogator instead of a politician. But I wasn’t going to lie to him. At least not about this. “Probably.”
He released my chin and backed away. “Then, no.” He shook his head. “This isn’t happening. Not tonight.” He turned and made his way to the stairs. I caught a flash of his pale, muscular ass as he climbed out of the pool. I looked down at the water, hot humiliation filling me. What the hell am I doing? I sank farther beneath the surface, up to my chin. I needed to be covered. I heard the rustle of clothes and wondered how he was drying off without a towel. But I didn’t look up to assuage my curiosity. I’d given in to curiosity once already tonight, and this was where it landed me. In a pool of my own shame.
He cleared his throat, and I finally looked up. He was wearing his tux pants, and the shirt was partially buttoned. He held his soaked white undershirt in his hand. One question answered.
His hazel eyes drilled into me. “You have my number. Call me when you want more than a quick fuck.”
And then he was gone.
Dora Balfour-Lyda
Sounds like a very good read!